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[civilizedcombat]

Who: Cynthia and YOU
Where: The Trailblazers dorms and around LA
When: Around the end of February
What: LA's peppiest superhero-in-training focuses on an important project and does miscellaneous things around LA.
Warnings: None yet.

The Trailblazers dorms

Usually around this time of the day, Cynthia is making rounds around the dorms and peeking over the shoulders of her teammates to see what they're doing. Usually, she's talking loudly enough to someone that she can be heard several rooms over. Usually, she's bugging someone to do something or go somewhere with her.

Today, however, Cynthia is quiet. She's hunched over something in the main room; it's difficult to tell what it is, but it looks like it might be a piece of paper or maybe a notebook. She could be holding a pencil or a pen, too. She doesn't respond to any nearby conversation, even if her name is said. It seems like she's unusually focused on the item in front of her. It's up to you to solve this mystery, brave Trailblazer.


Wandering around LA

The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and Cynthia is out for a stroll in the city. It's such a beautiful day, so how could she not take the opportunity to enjoy a little bit of it? She's full of energy and ready to explore stores and streets she hasn't seen before. She might do a little bit of shopping, too; it depends on what she finds. Today is a great day for anything and everything.

Throughout the day, Cynthia will jump to help anyone she perceives to be in trouble. She might not do a very good job of helping, but it's the thought that counts, right? Despite not currently being proficient as a superhero, Cynthia will try her best to stop any crime she sees. She's happy to strike up conversation with anyone in her environment who looks friendly...probably also people who don't look friendly. It's just such a nice day.

At the end of the day, she'll sit down on the grass at a nearby park and enjoy the feeling of the breeze in her hair. You might find her rolling around in the grass on occasion, blissfully unaware of any prying eyes. 


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EUSINE

[civilizedcombat]

After a long morning of training with little progress, Cynthia has decided to spend some time resting and relaxing at a cafe she recently discovered. She's brought her laptop, her cute bag with pegasus charms, and a serious need for some coffee. She picks a table in the sunlight and asks the person sitting at the adjacent table to watch her laptop, which she sets up on her table. After that, Cynthia orders a caramel latte – not exactly what she had when she first met with Milly, but close enough – and picks it up when it's ready.

As she walks back to her table, she trips on her own feet. She doesn't quite fall all the way, but her latte goes flying...right into the shirt of someone who unfortunately happens to be standing in the way.

Cynthia recovers from the stumble, then notices what just happened. She brings her hands up to her face and begins to panic a little. "Ohhh my god, I'm so sorry!! I tripped – it was an accident! Can I do anything to help?"

[metabee]

Metabee had just wandered out of his room, headphones on and music player in hand. Even with the headphones though the volume was still loud enough to hear the bass tones.

He headed straight for the main room and was about to perform his usual scramble over the back of the couch when he caught sight of Cynthia huddling over something at one of the tables.

He made a beeline for the table, climbing onto one of the other chairs and leaning over the table to try and see what she was working on, but he wasn't able to get a good look.

"Hey, Cynthia! Whatch'ya working on?" Louder than normal, of course, since he was talking over his music.

Dorms

[purrsuit]

Nessa's walking through the common area of the dorms, laptop in one hand, dressed completely in civvies (an oversized sweater and baggy jeans today). With her training all finished and nothing else to particularly do today, she figured she could go and work on some of her fanfiction, or at least get some drawing done today.

She spots Cynthia out of the corner of her eye as she walks through, and blinks at her owlishly, before changing direction to peer over her shoulder. She usually came with her to draw if she asked, so she figured she'd see what she was up to. If she'd had her cat ears, they'd be pulled forward in interest.

"What'cha doing?" she asks, tilting her head curiously.

dorms

[10thingsihateaboutme]

It's unusual for Karkat to be bustling around as much as he's been bustling in the last ten minutes without Cynthia saying anything about it. Highly irregular.

He frowns a little as he moseys over from the kitchen with his plate of unpalatable troll crap and deposits himself across from her. "Hey," he says, unable to keep himself from peering a little, "you wanna watch a movie?"

[civilizedcombat]

Looking a bit frustrated with herself, Cynthia turns from her mystery project to Metabee. "Shh! Don't talk so loud, Metabee, I'm trying to focus!" She pauses. "Actually...what do you think so far?" Picking up what is now clearly a notebook, she holds it up to her chest so that Metabee can see the page she's been working on. The drawing at the center of it isn't great, but it's obvious that she's put a lot of time into this. She's written various personality traits and bits of information underneath the drawing in pretty, curly handwriting.

"I've been designing another original character! She's a fairy princess who lives in a giant tree and solves mysteries. I like her design, but I don't really...know what to do with her..."

[superball]

The story of Eusine's shirt is a tragic one.
It always knew it wasn't like the other shirts. Its destiny was far greater, the poignant tale of a superhero's trusty garment! Always there, always pristine, never a fold out of place.
Alas, its story comes to an abrupt end when someone spills a hot beverage all over its nice smooth fabric.

Its owner, who was busy debating whether he should get this one outrageously-named drink or this other totally different outrageously-named drink, is obviously mortified. He opens his mouth -probably to say something along the lines of "that was my favourite shirt!!!"- but his snappy retort dies in his throat when he sees the poor girl panicking in front of him. He's really bad at staying mad for more than five seconds.

"Ah- It's fine!" He doesn't sound too bothered (unless having an exaggerated French accent counts as being bothered), but he winces and tugs at his shirt, the hot liquid having seeped right through to his gorgeous alabaster skin. [citation needed] "Though I suppose I could really do with a few paper towels!"

[civilizedcombat]

Cynthia is too focused on whatever she's hunched over to hear Nessa. The seconds tick by, and she just keeps scribbling away at her project. After a little bit, she gets the feeling that someone is watching her. She turns around and, seeing Nessa, her face lights up.

"Hey!" Cynthia greets her brightly. "When'd you get here, Nessa?" It's now possible to see that she has been working on some sort of character sheet. The art is more or less a high-beginner level, but Cynthia has been very thorough in including all sorts of details in both the drawing and the character information.

[civilizedcombat]

Cynthia only looks up and notices Karkat when he sits down right across from her with his nasty "food."

"Oh, hey, Karkat!" she says, as if he just entered the room. She twirls her pencil between her fingers, but her other arm is sort of unintentionally laid across her notebook. There's some of what looks like a drawing visible, along with curly, pretty handwriting. "I think I'm gonna have to pass on a movie this time...I'm a little busy right now. Maybe later, though!"

[10thingsihateaboutme]

His brow furrows in suspicion and he leans over more blatantly. "How come, what are you doing?"

out in LA somewhere

[pullingamiko]

Miko doesn't really bother to look where she's going as she walks down the street, muttering under her breath as she struggles with the zipper of her bag. She knows for a fact that she brought her camera, and the sun's at a great angle for some cityscape shots, so of course she can't get the bag open.

With a jerk, she manages to unstick the zipper - just as she crashes into someone in front of her.

"Oh crap-" She drops into a crouch to push the spilled contents back into her bag, sparing a glance upward. "Sorry 'bout that, my bag was being a dick. Guess I wasn't paying attention."

[civilizedcombat]

Savoring the taste of the chocolate frozen yogurt she's spooning into her mouth, Cynthia strolls down the busy sidewalk. She just left the frozen yogurt shop, so her paper bowl is filled with the sugary stuff. She is quite ready to enjoy the entire bowl.

Several steps later, she hears her text alert sound – a horse's neighing. She stops for a moment on the side of the sidewalk; she won't really disrupt anyone here. She pulls out her phone, texts a response with the hand not holding her frozen yogurt, and pockets her phone. Just as she looks up and begins to walk again, someone runs right into her.

Cynthia yelps and stumbles backwards, but she doesn't fall. Her frozen yogurt is not as lucky; it goes flying into the street and is then run over by a passing car. There goes her snack.

"Oh...Don't worry about it," she says, a little sullenly. That frozen yogurt was so good. Feeling kind of responsible for stopping when she shouldn't have, she joins Miko in a crouch and hands her a couple of items that landed farther away. "I guess I'm just glad I didn't get frozen yogurt on you. I spilled coffee all over someone's shirt the other day; it was awful!"

[purrsuit]

Nessa doesn't disturb her again, and merely watches carefully over her shoulder, peering to try and see what Cynthia was up to. She beams right back at her when she does turn around, and gives a brief shrug.

"Only a coupla seconds," she says before leaning forward to peer at the paper.

"Ooooh, are you designing a new OC?"

she's been browsing the tektek dream avatar maker for inspiration

[civilizedcombat]

"Well," she says, drawing out the word for a couple of moments, "I'm designing outfits for my new fairy princess character!" She picks up and turns around the notebook so that Karkat can see. There are several drawings on the page. Some look a bit too elaborate to be actually worn, much like many avatar arrangements on internet pet sites. Some are sort of difficult to understand.

shine on cynthia shine on & shine for ever

[10thingsihateaboutme]

Karkat's brow furrows even more. His lip curls in sort of disapproving confusion. He tilts his head a little to try to take in what he is being shown. Then he tilts his head a lot.

"... What the fuck is going on with any of these?"

[metabee]

Metabee took off his headphones, letting them fall around his neck as he paused his music. He took a look at the drawing, leaning back on his cha. Lucky for Cynthia Metabee didn't have much of an eye for art. He was easily impressed. As she kept explaining though his interest began to visible fade, squinting at the drawing.

"Is this for that D&D thing or something?"

[pullingamiko]

"Seriously? Man, how often do you bump into people, anyway?" She laughs - "'Course, it's not like I've got room to talk there."

She picks up her camera last, relieved to find it apparently undamaged, before standing upright.

"Name's Miko, by the way."

RUDE, KARKAT

[civilizedcombat]

Hoping for a positive reception, Cynthia watches Karkat's face with a smile. She's worked so hard on these complicated princess outfits, and surely others will see that.

When he speaks, her expression turns from hopeful and optimistic to just plain offended. "Hey!" she says, ticked off that he would insult her designs like that. "It's completely obvious what's going on in all of these; you're just not looking at them intensely enough!" The intensity of his gaze is definitely the problem.

[10thingsihateaboutme]

Karkat leans forward a little. He's upset her, which he does regret, but at the same time – these are kind of dumb and he refuses to pretend that they're not.

"No it isn't." He jabs a claw at one of the designs. "What the hell is happening here?"

[civilizedcombat]

Cynthia pushes herself up, too, now that Miko's items are picked up. She dusts off her pants. "I'm Cynthia! Nice to meet you, Miko, even though I wish we could've met a little more...awesomely." She looks like she has exactly the coolest scenario in mind.

"Anyway, yeah, I'm kind of clumsy." She laughs a little at herself. "I got it from my mom. She somehow got to be one of the raddest superheroes around, even though she was tripping over herself, like, half the time! ...I haven't really figured out how to do that yet, so I'm just a klutz." She makes a determined gesture. "Not for long, though!"

[pullingamiko]

"Whoa, hold up, your mom's a superhero? And you're planning on being a superhero?" Miko grins; she had figured Los Angeles would be exciting, but she hadn't anticipated literally bumping into a superhero in the street.

[civilizedcombat]

Miko's interest in Cynthia's superheroism is certainly a confidence booster, though there's a tinge of bittersweetness whenever her mother comes up in conversation.

"Well...my mom was a superhero," she says, her expression turning a bit solemn, "but she disappeared on a mission a few years ago. After that, I started really learning about all of the cool things she did to help people, and I decided that I wanted to be just like her!" Maybe one day, if she gets good enough, she'll be able to find out what really happened to her mother. Sumia's out there, somewhere; Cynthia can feel it.

[civilizedcombat]

"Oh! Yeah, I am!" Cynthia grins at Nessa's interest in her project. At least someone around here appreciates the value of cute original characters.

She picks up the paper and brings it around so that Nessa can see its contents more clearly. The character seems to be sort of leafy in appearance, with a mushroom cap for a hat. He also has small fairy wings.

"What do you think? He's the fairy princess' sidekick; they solve mysteries together and are best friends!"

[civilizedcombat]

After giving him a bit of a look, she turns the notebook back around and inspects the design he indicated. "Well," she says, after a pause, "she's supposed to have ethereal ribbons floating around her arms, kind of like a shawl but...floating and ethereal! Her dress has several layers and sleeves, each a different fall color. Her headpiece is sort of..." She pauses again, this time clearly working to decipher her own drawing. "Sort of like a bunch of leaves! But also like a crown...kinda. And, of course, she's holding her Staff of Undying Radiance, which lets her punish evil-doers once she's proven them guilty!"

[civilizedcombat]

"Nah," she responds cheerfully. "It's just a little thing for fun! I'm going to be designing some outfits for her and then maybe some of her fairy friends, too." She considers the drawing for a moment, then turns to Metabee. "She needs a sidekick, doesn't she? You can't just go around solving mysteries without some sort of sidekick, right? Especially not fairy murder mysteries."

yikes sorry for the lateness no 8(

[civilizedcombat]

"Right! I'll be back in a moment!" Cynthia says, in full-on stop-this-from-getting-even-worse mode. She rushes to the ladies' bathroom, pulls a probably gratuitous amount of paper towels from the paper towel dispenser, and hurries back to where the man is standing.

Her method of applying the paper towels is not exactly the most organized. She sort of pushes some into the man's hands, then pushes the rest onto the man's soaked shirt in a messy manner. Some of the paper towels fall onto the floor, too. Cynthia's clumsy enough to have more or less learned how to clean up spills on objects, but not so much spills on other people. "God, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" She continues to try to soak up as much of the liquid in his shirt as she can with her handfuls of paper towels.